'She's looking good isn't she?'
'Nice tan.'
'Great body.'
'Wakey wakey Zoe. Time for some more torment.'
Zoe lifted her head, narrowing her eyes against the glare of the sun. She lay stretched across the gleaming deck, the merciless sun beating down on her bronzed body. To her surprise the jungle coastline was now right before them. She lay quietly panting; wondering what now lay in store for her. A pair of slender female legs was planted either side of one of her tied legs. She lifted her head and gazed up at Vanessa.
The young girl was wearing a black bikini thong that accentuated her long, slender legs and displayed her generous but firm buttocks. Zoe could see the metal ring that pierced the girl's clitoris pressing against the black fabric. Blonde hairs curled around the edges of the tiny triangle of material and above it her stomach was smooth and taut, a diamond stud in her belly button. The girl wore a black leather halter bra and her mane of blonde hair was tied back with a black silk ribbon. She had on wrap around sunglasses that she removed as she looked down at Zoe. Her bow-shaped lips glossed dark purple, curved into a smile.
'Feeling rather hot?'
'Just a bit,' Zoe whispered.
'Well, we're going to take you down below, so you'll feel cooler. We've got something for you...'
The sinister tone of the younger girl made Zoe's stomach churn. A noise behind her made her twist her head and she saw Basil looking down at her, a mischievous grin on his face.
'And, we should reach the market by this evening. So this will be my last chance to amuse myself with you.'
Vanessa turned her head in the direction of the voice and saw Auda watching her.
'This will be our last game, so I hope you'll find it the most memorable,' Auda smiled enigmatically.
'Time for some fun then,' Vanessa laughed, kneeling down astride Zoe's head, her legs settling across her shoulders, her weight settling back across Zoe's chest.
'Leave me alone,' Zoe sighed, letting her head sink back down. What a mess she was in, by tonight she'd be sold as a slave and then where would she be?
'The coast is controlled from here by the slave traders; Auda has had to radio to them to let us pass. Can you see the estuary ahead? No unwanted boats get up that river, it leads to the fort. Look over there.'
Zoe turned her head again and looked at where Vanessa was pointing. Standing at the edge of the trees watching them were half a dozen armed men. Zoe could see a small speedboat drawn up onto the sand and covered with a camouflage net. The men were clearly watching them.
'Imagine being washed up for them to find you. I reckon they'd devour a girl's body more eagerly than the sharks would! Auda says that when we get to the market I have to stay on board. It's too dangerous for a vulnerable young girl like me, he says. Apparently at any one time the market might have up to fifty white girl slaves as well as some white males that are sometimes brought and sold. Basil's described the place to me, would you like to know what it's going to be like for you?'
Vanessa stroked her long fingernails along Zoe's outstretched arms.
'No. Leave me alone,' Zoe mumbled.
Zoe stared at her outstretched arms. How long had it been this time since Basil and Vanessa had tied her down, spread-eagled across the deck?
'The market is actually in an old slave trader's fort that was built in the eighteenth century. There are pens to hold hundreds and hundreds of slaves but most of them are empty now. Some are used for the fights. For the entertainment of the men who guard the slaves, the commander of the place will throw some girls into a pen together and toss a whip or something in for them to fight over. If a girl puts up a good fight she gets to be spared the worst treatments. Auda says that nowadays the girls are kept prisoner in the old cells that are built into the hillside. There's a torture room in there where they put girls who try to escape. No one has ever escaped from the place, so don't get your hopes up Zoe.'
'Shut up Vanessa, I've heard enough!'
'Poor thing, you look so worried. Come on now, relax... you'll probably get to enjoy it.'
As Vanessa spoke she let her fingernails glide over the soft, sensitive inside of Zoe's thighs. Zoe lowered her head back against the boat deck and whimpered as the younger girl stroked her fingertips between her legs, her nails brushing lightly against the folds of her sex. Zoe felt the fingers teasing her sex slide into her and she sighed feverishly as desire quickly poured from her loins through her whole body.
'Shall I stop now and leave you tied up and frustrated?'
'No, please...'
'Then would you like to come down to the cabin which we've prepared for you?' Vanessa asked.
'No.'
'Well,' Vanessa laughed scornfully, 'too bad, because that's just what we've got planned!'
'No please... can't you just leave me alone?'
'Why should we, darling Zoe? We've got you trapped here and we can do anything we want with you. Wouldn't you want to torment me or Basil if you had the chance?'
As Vanessa spoke she had been stroking Zoe's sex but now her slender fingers slid deeply into it making her gasp then squirm.
'Surely that's why you joined the SES Zoe - to have the chance to exact a certain type of punishment on helpless victims?'
Zoe groaned as the younger girl caught hold of her clitoris and squeezed it hard between her fingers.
'Please... Vanessa... stop...' Zoe begged, tears pricking her eyes.
The other girl grinned and nodded to Basil who dropped to his knees beside Zoe's head and before she could even twist her head aside a blindfold had been slipped across her face and was fastened behind her head.
'Surely you see the pleasure derived from giving pain, Zoe?' Vanessa softly laughed.
Zoe cried out, twisting her arms and legs against the ropes that held her bound, as the younger girl pushed the fingers of one hand deeper into her sex.
'No... please... Vanessa...'
'Hush now, sweetheart...'
Blindfolded, Zoe couldn't see what was to happen next and she was caught by surprise as Basil forced a gag into her mouth. A thick leather covered phallus was rammed between her jaws, filling her mouth and before she could cry out a leather pad was pressing hard against her mouth as a strap was pulled around her cheeks and buckled at her nape.
'Enough talking,' growled Auda, 'Take her below, time for her to get a taste of something really stimulating!'
'I think you'll find Zoe, you're going to get a pleasant little shock...' Vanessa laughed softly and Zoe felt the girl's soft, warm lips fleetingly brush against her cheek as she whispered in her ear.
'Actually Zoe, we'll give you a few shocks... just enough to stimulate your lovely body until you come for us. A little electricity in the right places will bring a person to the most exquisite orgasm,' Auda announced matter-of-factly.
Zoe shook her head in alarm but her vigorous protest was muffled effectively by the gag and her writhing was useless against the ropes that tethered her.
'You see Zoe,' Vanessa confessed, 'I know from experience what it feels like. Bound and gagged, helpless. Your legs spread vulnerably wide. Trembling... waiting... and then the sudden sharp pain. It's just like the first time you get caned or whipped. On the first stroke your body registers disbelief. On the second you feel pain and the anger pours through you. You struggle to get free but you can't. The whip comes down again and you blink back the tears it hurts so much. So very much... you can't bear it, but you can't escape and it keeps on. Well Zoe, the little shock I've got in store for you will be just like being whipped, only sweeter. Much sweeter and much more intense!'
Zoe struggled nervously but was held still. Vanessa laughed softly.
'You see I know Zoe just how it is. Soon you'll find that your body responds eagerly to the punishment and your mind will give up telling you its crazy. You'll surrender yourself to the pleasure of submission and there'll be no turning back. You'll have become a slave to a side of you that once you hardly even knew. You'll give up thinking for yourself, all you'll need is the feel of rope and leather binding your limbs and the only thing you'll crave is the whip!'
Zoe groaned with despair as Vanessa and Basil finished unfastening the ropes around her wrists and ankles and hauled her to her feet. When she struggled again, she was forced down onto her knees, her arms were dragged behind her back and her wrists lashed together. Vanessa caught hold of her by her hair and hauled her back to her feet. She was then led blindfolded and stumbling down below deck and into one of the cabins. She heard the cabin door shut and the latch slide home. Vanessa laughed throatily as Basil pushed Zoe backwards onto the bed. Before she had time to try to crawl off, her ankles were grasped and her legs spread-eagled. She struggled frantically as leather straps were slipped around her ankles and buckled tight.
'Relax, you'll find this a stimulating experience, believe me,' Vanessa taunted as Zoe felt the rope around her wrists being loosened. One of her arms was then pulled towards the top corner of the bed. Zoe couldn't see anything but she guessed that Auda was holding her arm while Basil fastened a wristcuff upon her and Vanessa sat astride her to keep her immobilised.
In no time at all both Zoe's arms were tied outstretched and she was groaning fearfully.
'Hush now darling,' Vanessa soothed, 'I promise you, the pain will be more than matched by the exquisite pleasure.'
As she spoke Zoe felt the girl stroking her sex, her fingertips brushing tantalisingly lightly against her vulva, until her sex juices started to flow and she squirmed and sighed through the gag as she was made more and more aroused.
'Clamp the wires to her labia. Her juices will keep her nice and wet there and the current will flow easily,' Auda said.
Zoe writhed desperately as two small bulldog clamps were fastened to the soft outer folds of her vulva. She could feel the delicate wires trailing over her legs and she was panting hard in nervous expectation.
'Okay, give her a first taste,' Auda ordered.
Zoe tensed her body expecting an unbearable pain to flash through her body. When the first shock came though it was no more than a hot, sharp stinging that quickly spread from her sex through her tethered body like a wave. She groaned through the gag, tossing her head and struggling against the straps that held her down. The ache that the shock created in her sex was agonising and her clitoris especially seemed to suddenly be throbbing madly.
'More.'
At Auda's order, Zoe heard a faint click and the electricity that was rippling through her helpless body doubled in its intensity and force. Zoe jerked her arms and legs frantically against the leather restraints and shook her head feverishly from side to side. Blindfolded she couldn't see her tormentors but she could imagine their faces as they stood over her watching her agony. Or course, gagged there was no way she could express how much she might be suffering and she was utterly at Auda's mercy.
Vanessa had intimated that she'd suffered a similar treatment, so surely they knew how much someone could endure? Abruptly the waves of stinging heat rippling through her body ended and Vanessa lay gasping through her nostrils, struggling to recover her breath.
'A pleasing sight. How aroused is she?' Auda asked.
Zoe grunted through the leather gag as Vanessa fingered her aching sex.
'Very moist and her clit is heavily swollen. She'll come next time, I reckon.'
'Same setting then boss?' Basil asked.
'Same again.'
The sudden shock took Zoe by surprise. She arched her back and dragged her arms against the straps, groaning and biting down on the leather phallus in her mouth as the electricity washed through her aching body. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably just seconds the agonising sensation abruptly ended. Before she could recover herself, as she lay dazed and breathless, skilled female fingers stroked her aching clitoris and moaning helplessly Zoe felt herself quickly brought to a shuddering orgasm.
'See... she's getting off on it!' Vanessa laughed.
'Give her another taste then,' Auda ordered.
Zoe shook her head but her protest was ignored and her body was convulsing again as another wave of electricity poured through her. When it stopped, she lay dazed and exhausted. Again, her sex was stroked by Vanessa and to her disbelief and dismay she was quickly brought to another violent orgasm.
'Shall we give her another taste chief?'
'Yes, do it Basil! Please Auda! Make her writhe. Let's see how many times we can make her come!' Vanessa begged.
Zoe shook her head with what strength she had left. Gagged and blindfolded she had no other way of begging Auda to stop the cruel treatment.
'Give her another taste, Basil,' Auda announced.
Zoe gasped, writhing as a fresh jolt of electricity coursed through her aching sex and tethered, sweat soaked limbs. Please...no more... she begged, but gagged, her pleading went unheard and unheeded.
'There is no trace of him anywhere.'
'Well where the hell is his base?' Miles Fairfax demanded, his voice cracked with exasperation.
The young man shrugged apologetically and gestured to say that he didn't have a clue.
'How the hell can one of the most important Sheikhs in El-Saram just disappear, especially when half the rabble protesting on the streets are chanting his name?'
'Perhaps that's why he's disappeared? If the secret police or military knew where he was, they'd grab him. He's a ringleader in this trouble.'
'What about the two SES agents, those girls, where have they got to?' Miles asked, slumping down in his chair and reaching for the glass of lime and soda standing on his paper-strewn desk.
In the last twenty-four hours the discontent that had been simmering for months had suddenly erupted. Demonstrations in the capital had created a heightened sense of tension but more alarming were the unconfirmed reports that there was fighting in the more remote parts of the country. It seemed the desert nomad chieftains had gathered their forces and attacked some outlying military garrisons.
'They were last seen with that guide they hired. Dodgy looking character, some minor chieftain, or so he claims. I think they've gone down to the old harbour.'
'Right, there's nothing to be done here. I can't stand being stuck inside this place with the bloody air-conditioning broken. We might as well take a drive out and see what's going on.'
Half an hour later Miles and his assistant climbed out of their Daimler which they had parked alongside the BMW they recognised as the car the SES agents had hired. They found the two girls sitting on the quayside alongside their guide. All three were eating ice creams and gazing out over the shimmering water.
'So this is where you've been hard at work!' Miles said sarcastically.
'He's gone,' the blonde girl announced matter-of-factly.
'Who? Auda? How?' Miles took off his Panama hat and dragged his fingers through his hair. He could feel the perspiration pouring off him. His lightweight cotton suit was fine for indoors, but out here in the heat he could feel it clinging to him. It was impossibly hot yet somehow the Arab, Fiezal, looked cool and calm in his traditional flowing robes and headdress. The girls looked pretty relaxed too, but then their work clothes seemed more minimalist and he found it difficult to avoid gazing at them. To his embarrassment he felt his cock stiffening and faced with what two such deliciously fit and alluring female bodies were wearing, it was hardly surprising, he consoled himself.
The blonde girl had on a mid-thigh length denim skirt that was slashed up one leg to her hip and a denim shirt whose sleeves were rolled back and which was knotted at her waist and only half buttoned up, so her black lace bra was easily discernible. The dark haired girl had her height accentuated by high-heeled boots and had an olive green mini skirt and a tight white crop-top that left her taut stomach exposed.
'You should be careful in this country with how you dress, girls,' Miles cautioned, seeing that they both had become aware of how he was staring at them.
'Our guide has four armed men at the end of the quay and as long as we're with him there's absolutely no problem. Besides which, we do know how to look after ourselves,' answered the blonde girl tersely.
'I'm sure that's what Miss Farquerson thought. So did you say that you thought that Auda had gone? Do you mean as in left the country? I don't see how, we've been watching the airport and the border crossings. Unless he trekked across the desert...' Miles suggested.
'He left by his own private boat from here, and he took with him two girls and a young man. They're bound for Karunga.'
'Oh my God!' Miles exclaimed. 'I'd better alert London.'
'We've already done so,' the blonde girl smiled smugly, 'Karunga!' Miles moaned. 'This is terrible.'
'Cheer up Miles,' the blonde girl held out her ice cream for him. 'Even as we talk, a rescue helicopter is being loaded with a team of our toughest soldiers. If they can intercept the boat before it reaches Karunga, chances are we'll rescue her. Fancy a lick of my ice-cream?'
Miles, who had been gazing out at the sea looked at the girl and saw her beaming him a smile. Well, perhaps today was going to turn out to be okay after all, he thought to himself.
'Where's the helicopter flying from?' he asked.
'Well, we're lucky; we had a team of marines training in the West Congo. With a bit more luck they'll intercept the boat before it gets to the slave fort.'
'But what if they get there first?' Miles asked, taking another lick from the ice cream the girl held out to him.
'Well in that case, we can say goodbye to another SES girl, poor thing.'
The blonde girl shook her head sadly, then pushing herself down from the stone wall where she was sat, her face brightened.
'Anyone fancy a drink?' she asked.
Giant moths darted towards, then veered away from the naked flames of the torches that the men held aloft. The unseen monkeys in the high treetops screeched, calling to each other. There had been a sudden downpour of heavy rain that had ended as abruptly as it had begun. Now the dense foliage dripped incessantly and the sand under Zoe's bare feet was cool and damp while the air against her bare skin was still so hot the perspiration ran in rivulets down her body.
She followed Auda, her legs weak with fear, her body trembling with nerves as he led her by a leather leash fastened to the collar about her neck. Her arms were drawn tightly behind her back, her wrists bound repeatedly with rope. As she followed him along the narrow path that trailed away from the beach the sand underfoot became strewn with foliage and occasionally she winced as something sharp dug into the soles of her feet. From all around her the men stared, leering and plainly amused by her distress. Their shadowy faces were lit by the torches, whose flames danced in the breeze and gave off the smell of paraffin. In the orange flickering light that punctuated the absolute darkness of the jungle night they looked as ferocious and intimidating as any savages that her imagination could conjure. Some indeed were plainly indigenous natives, wearing only loincloths and animal skins, their sinewy bodies practically naked and long spears and blowpipes held in their hands. Others were Europeans, unkempt in old military jackets and combat fatigues, rifles or machine guns slung over their shoulder. The path climbed higher and the trees closed in obscuring the night sky completely. They came to a high stone wall and the path ended facing a pair of gates set into the moss covered stone. The gates were swung open and Auda tightening his grip on the leash, led Zoe forwards.
Behind her the gates slammed shut with an ominous hollow thud and she glanced back to see two bare broad shouldered men slide a beam of wood across the gates to seal them closed. The men watched her silently as Auda jerked the leash forcing her to stumble after him. The leather felt heavy around her neck and was beginning to chafe her throat. Her shoulders ached from her arms being drawn behind her and she desperately wished that she were anywhere except for this horrible place.
Reaching the veranda of a log cabin they were greeted by a man who Auda knew and the two exchanged pleasantries while Zoe stood obediently at heel. The man, Jose Delgardo, was the commander of the bandits who ran the slave market. Zoe guessed him to be Spanish and she was surprised at his appearance. In her imagination she had conjured some foul mouthed, swaggering and evil looking figure but Delgardo was a slim, clean-shaven, calmly spoken man of early middle age. Dressed in high black leather boots, beige combat trousers and a crisp white cotton shirt, he looked more like some Latin American ranch owner than an African bandit. After a brief conversation with Auda he led them inside. Zoe was ordered to stand where there was a solid iron hook fixed to one of the timbers that formed the wall. Auda looped the leash over the hook and tied it in a knot. Whilst the two men then settled themselves into rattan chairs and Auda was given iced coffee, Zoe was forced to remain standing, tethered by her collar to the wall. She knew better than to make any complaint and waited in sullen silence, listening to the men's conversation. They were calmly discussing the forthcoming sale of a commodity of some worth. The item in question had already attracted much interest on the open market and a good price at auction was expected. The item in question was herself.
'Will you stay for dinner tonight?' Delgardo asked Auda, offering him a cigar, which the Arab declined.
'I will return to my boat, but thank you for the kind invitation. The auction tomorrow is set for what time?'
'Noon. Some clients are here already and the rest are expected in the morning. The girl looks in good condition; she could make you a decent price. There's been plenty of interest.'
As he spoke Delgardo wandered across to where Zoe stood tethered. She caught the strong smell of his cigar and then the smell of his aftershave as he approached her. Her instinct was to shy away but the leather collar tight around her neck reminded her that escape or even momentary evasion of his hands was futile. She stood trying not to show her fear as he ran a hand over her, appraising her just as if she was a commodity for purchase like some racehorse.
'Pretty hair, though of course the blondes still as a rule fetch the better prices.'
'Naturally,' Auda agreed. 'I myself prefer them.'
Zoe shot him a glance, thinking of Vanessa, probably now lying sunbathing on the deck of his boat, her mane of blonde hair spread across the deck, her slender limbs sun drenched and relaxed, while Zoe was trapped here.
'What nationality are your parents?' Delgardo demanded, lifting her face by her chin so that she was forced to look directly at him.
'My mother is Spanish, my father British.'
'I thought I detected Spanish blood; your skin, your face, your eyes... yes, you're a very beautiful young woman. How long have you been a slave?'
'I am not a slave! I'm employed by the British Secret Service and when they find that I am being held here, then God help you and everyone in this hell hole!'
Zoe expected the man to respond angrily or perhaps to laugh scornfully but he did neither. He merely allowed a faint smile to play across his lips then he stroked his hand down over her shoulder and let his fingers lightly feel the weight of her breast. Zoe felt herself blush madly, she'd never felt so humiliated. He had not only managed to completely ignore her tirade but he continued to treat her as nothing more than something for his inspection. Worse, by now turning his attention blatantly to her breasts, he was reminding her of why she was being turned into a slave. Now, what she said or thought mattered not in the least. Her only worth now was reflected in how she appealed physically. It was her body that these men wanted and the collar around her neck and the rope around her wrists reminded her that what she didn't give willingly to them, they could take by force if it pleased them. She could try to convince herself that she was still an abducted British Government employee but the hard truth was that tomorrow at noon she was to be sold as a sex slave.
'Auda, might I suggest we make a few adjustments to her appearance for the auction?'
'What have you in mind, Jose?'
'Her sex lips are excellent, very full, we should draw more attention to them. Perhaps some judicious shaving?'
'Agreed. Anything else?'
Zoe forced herself not to squirm as the man toyed with her sex. She gasped as he trapped her clitoris between two fingers and examined it
'Let's weight this overnight, a little stretching will improve it.'
'Certainly.'
'Her body weight is fine but I think nevertheless we'll leave her without food from now and we can administer an enema in the morning. Her legs should be shaved as well. I was wondering about her breasts, a good oiling I think and a discreet twist of fine wire around her nipples to keep them nice and hard. From where the bidders will be sat they'll not notice it and the effect is very pleasing.'
'Anything else?'
'How will she behave on the day? Have you taught her to keep her mouth shut or will she need to be gagged?'
'Perhaps you should ask her that yourself,' Auda smiled.
The man turned back to Zoe and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
'Well my dear? Are you properly trained? Or are you going to have to be gagged?'
Zoe glared at the man and fought down her anger. She tried to imagine herself dressed and acting as an SES agent, turning the tables on him, making him beg, making him see how she really was... she struggled to build the image in her mind but she found that she couldn't. She was naked, bound and helpless. These men controlled her now and a voice somewhere in her mind said that perhaps as long as she got sexual satisfaction, was fed and got to sleep in a bed at night, then what more did she really need? She was still trying to force down this insidious voice in her head that was undermining her own self-esteem when the man broke the silence.
'I think we'll play safe and gag you.'
Before she could try to persuade him to change his mind he swung on the heel of his boot and walked away from her. She watched him ring a small brass bell on a desk and a moment later another man appeared.
'This one is to go to cell number four. Take her to the preparation room first though and prepare her for a shave. If she gives you any trouble gag her and drug her but don't mark her skin. If anyone so much as scratches an inch of her skin I'll have him flayed alive and thrown to the crocodiles! Understood?'
'Yes, commander.'
Zoe looked imploringly at Auda as she was led by her leash from the room. The Arab though was no longer even looking in her direction but was engaged in conversation with Delgardo.
She allowed herself to be taken docilely to the preparation room but once inside and faced with a bench adorned with straps, she remembered her time at the hands of Stonefield and his accomplices. She felt a surge of panic that made her try to retreat the way she'd been led.
'Come on now you bitch, don't give me any trouble!'
The man tightened his grasp on the leash and pulled her forwards. The two dark skinned young girls who were in the room grinned as they saw the expression of panic on Zoe's face.
'Give me a hand girls. She's to be shaved.'
The two girls moved forward. They both looked to be no more than teenagers; dressed in the shortest black skirts imaginable and skimpy black T-shirts that came down only far enough to cover their young breasts. Their slim arms were adorned with numerous bracelets that jangled as they hurried to the man's assistance.
'No, let me go! Please...'
Zoe looked beseechingly from one to the other as they helped the man bring her across to the bench. The girls laughed and said something to the man in a language that Zoe didn't comprehend. The man answered in the same tongue and as they chatted they dragged her down onto the bench. The rope around her wrists was untied, the man grasped her arms and she was pulled onto her back across the bench. Two thin ropes were fed through the ring clasp on Zoe's collar and then pulled taut in opposite directions. A second later Zoe found that she was held down and couldn't lift her head or chest up because the collar around her neck was now held down securely.
With the man holding her arms still, the girls fastened broad leather cuffs around her wrists and a moment later her arms were pinned down either side of her head.
'We are going to shave you. If you struggle it will be difficult and for you it's better that you keep still, understand?'
She nodded dumbly as one girl bent over her as she spoke, her soft young hand caressing her breasts, her mouth close to Zoe's face, her eyes watching for her reaction.
The other girl brought an earthenware bowl to the bench and proceeded to lather Zoe's legs, starting at her ankles and working upwards. When she ordered her to bend her legs so she could do underneath, Zoe complied. Soon the other girl was working with a razor and it was not until Zoe felt the blade high up her thighs that she tried nervously to lift her head and see what was happening.
'Please... can't you stop now?'
The collar around her neck refused to be lifted and Zoe felt the leather pressing against her throat and she was forced to let her head rest back against the bench. She couldn't see what the girls were doing but now she could feel the lather being applied around her sex and still the razor was edging closer and closer.
'No... be careful...please...'
She looked up to see one of the girls now holding some broad metal clips. She gave an amused laugh and said something that Zoe didn't understand.
The metal was cool against the lips of her vulva and the tightness of the metal around her delicate folds of flesh made her bite her lip to stifle a gasp of pain. For several agonising minutes she felt the lips of her sex being pulled while the razor swept around them. The freshly exposed skin was then sponged with cool water, the metal clips removed and a coconut scented cream was rubbed into her. As the cream was liberally smoothed around her sex Zoe felt the first stirrings of arousal building within her and to her shame she lay silently wishing that the two pretty young girls would keep stroking her and that their slender fingers would slide into her sex and pleasure her. Zoe was dreaming this when the voice of Jose Delgardo surprised her.
'Excellent, what a pleasing sight. It was a shame to conceal such pretty lips. Now that your present master is safely back on his boat, I'm sure he won't mind if I take this opportunity to appreciate the merchandise more fully.'
'Get your hands off me!' Zoe gasped as she felt the man sweep his thumb across her sex then promptly slide two fingers into her.
'Uhhh...' Zoe gave a long shuddering gasp of pleasure.
'Loosen the straps to her arms and pull her down the table,' Delgardo ordered.
Zoe lay unresisting as the straps fastened to the wristcuffs were lengthened then the two girls pulled her by her legs until she felt her buttocks reach the edge of the table and her feet were able to touch the floor.
'Right you two, get me nice and hard.'
By turning her head sideways as best as the roped collar allowed, Zoe could see the two girls removing Delgardo's boots and trousers. One then crouched behind him, the other in front. While the one behind fingered his anus with one hand and stroked his balls with her other hand, the girl kneeling before him eagerly sucked his cock.
'That's enough, out of my way.'
Zoe watched the man step, smiling triumphantly, between her dangling legs. His hands settled either side of her sex and with the thumb of each he drew open her sex then Zoe felt his cock being slid into her body.
'Now what should you say, girl when your master's good enough to fill your little pussy with his cock? Tell him how grateful you are!'
Zoe shook her head, telling herself that even if it did feel good, she sure as hell wasn't to thank this man for what he was doing to her. He had no care for how she felt and was only interested in pleasuring himself. If he thought she'd respond like some sex slave, he could think again!
'Tell me! Come on girl, say it!'
Zoe grunted as the man began pumping his cock urgently into her, his hands now grasping her thighs as he rammed his engorged shaft into her with increased determination.
'Well, I think if the bitch isn't ready to say thank you, perhaps we may just as well get on with stretching her clitoris so she looks all the more appealing to tomorrows buyers.'
The man pulled his shaft from her sex and stepped back, regarding her with a look of contempt.
'Strap her legs and weight her clit.'
'Please, don't... I'm sorry...' Zoe begged as the young girls quickly wrapped leather belts around her calves and drew the belts around the bench legs before buckling them tightly.
'So would you rather have something else done to you?'
Zoe looked up at the man who stood over her. She nodded as best she was able to with the collar around her throat.
'Tell me what you'd like then, bitch.'
Zoe swallowed, clearing her throat, then answered. Her voice sounded strangely unlike herself. Already she was imagining him sliding his thick and hot cock back into her and however much she tried to keep her voice level and without emotion, the begging tone was genuine and shamed her.
'Please fuck me. I want your shaft in me. I want you to fuck me!'
'There, that was too difficult, was it?'
'No...' Zoe sighed.
'Good girl; you learn quickly.'
'Ooh... yes...'
Zoe gave a contented sigh as she felt the cock nuzzle between the moist folds of her vulva then slide deeply inside her. She squeezed it with her muscles and felt its fullness inside her, then he pulled out, making her gasp before he drove it back into her and she gave a shuddering cry as she came.
Ignoring her pleas to let her get her breath back and to rest for just a second the man went on pleasuring himself and Zoe was brought to another intense orgasm before she felt him tense then his cock erupt inside her. Withdrawing from her the man ordered one of the girls to lick him clean then he addressed Zoe again as she lay, trying to get her own ragged breathing back under control.
'A most satisfactory fuck. I'll have her again first thing in the morning. In the meantime, strap her face down with her clitoris weighted. Before you bring her to me give her an enema then wash her down. Remember if she gives you any trouble use belts and cuffs to restrain her. No ropes! I want her skin looking unmarked for the auction. If she voices any objection gag her by all means. No one else is to touch her. If they do then they know what to expect!'
Delgardo finished with the gesture of bringing the edge of his hand abruptly across in front of his throat and the two girls looked suitable cowed.
'Enjoy your night's sleep slave,' Delgardo smiled victoriously as he looked down at Zoe. 'You can look forward to seeing me again in the morning!'